Awaiting

Melancholy fills my spirit
As I look out
At another grey sky day
Wondering
When Winter's grip
Will be released.

So miss
The riot of colour
Which Spring brings
With the emergence
Of Tulips Daffodils
And other Spring flowers
To grace
One's eyes.

Or
The sound of songbirds
Singing their hearts out
As they court their lovers
For another year
With the promise
Of raising chicks.

Even the sight
Of a single blade of grass
Boldly protruding out
From last year's growth
Is a beacon of hope
In a land
Full of grays.

Proclaiming
Once and for all
Winter's demise
For another nine months.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Winter is such a depressing time of year especially when we reach the end and await so eagerly the flush of spring and new growth. =)